Fat sagging (more tricep skin than bicep skin) like a turkey waddle. Some slight discoloration most definitely from domestic abuse. Wrinkled like she smoked two packs a day and blew the smoke on her arms her whole life. Forearms like a twig.
I almost ran a red light today. The woman in the car next to me had the gnarliest lunch lady arms hanging out her carwindow and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them!
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.